We look at Cadence and see how sweet she is and we know that she will go through this as well. It's inevitable! Although Veronica has allowed me the opportunity to go through this stage and cause me to start praying harder (rebuking the demons inside of her) than ever, I appreciate her wonderful sides--her myriad of faces.
She loves imagination playing. She is always busy at work being able to put personality to items that don't hold a person. She is very much like me as a child. She loves to make sure her BaaBaa is well taken care of by feeding him various items (sometimes there is jam marked on his face). She is a busy bee helping mama stir soup and here she is preparing for many days in her future to help out in the kitchen.
Being silly is something she loves to do. She loves it when I'm helping her pull off her pajama top and leave the shirt half on her head. She gets a big grin on her face, climbs up on the stool and smiles in the mirror. This picture is priceless in my mind.
I love Costco and there deals on kids clothes. A while back we were there and Veronica was in need of new pajamas. They had tons to choose from and the ones she wanted were the doggy pajamas. I bought two different doggy pajamas. She LOVES them. Unfortunately, she loves them a bit too much, because she hates taking them off in the morning. I found the same pair at Fred Meyer for a cheaper price than Costco and bought them to have an extra pair, in case the other two were dirty. I consider it money well spent.
Snacks: this means granola bars in our house. Every other snack item, cheese, apple slices, crackers have names, but granola bars are called snacks. This is what you see on her face.
My little girl is becoming a big girl. This is put into realization when I see her wear a dress like the one below. She just looks so much older. I look at her and think, "You're so very beautiful!" Of course, I know I'm biased, but she is very beautiful, not just the outside, but the inside. I love her curly hair that is untameable, her little belly that protrudes, her sweet voice when she's busy at play, her imagination, her willingness to help around the house, how she wakes up every morning inquiring to see her baby sister, and I love looking at her in the eyes and staring into her big brown eyes with naturally curled eyelashes and think...I gave birth to you--you're my daughter--how blessed am I!